Making Changes

Since my Hall of Doors book is now up on Amazon, I spent much of the day going from one website to another, to update my posted author information. As I wrestled with this time-consuming task, and searched for information about ways to get reviews and otherwise promote my book, I was reminded of a line from a poem I wrote in 1998: "Grandma sends e-mail and cruises the net." I was surprised to note that the poem isn't all that much out of date. Here's the whole thing.

 

Laundry Musings 

Little boys' pockets, full of odd things:

Bubble gum wrappers and butterfly wings
Nails, screws, and washers, a Crackerjack ring,
Pencils and pebbles and pieces of string.

The whole world is changing, each day something new
Cell phones and faxes and microwave stew,
Video movies and games on the set,

Grandma sends e-mail and cruises the net.

Satellites orbit, the shuttle's routine.
Holograms shimmer from each magazine.
Lasers for surgery, robot-built cars,
Telecommuting and photos from mars.

Washers and dryers grow more automatic;
Glass fiber lines give us phones with less static.
Life is confusing, amusing but strange.
Isn't it grand that some things never change

Little boys' pockets, full of odd things:
Bubble gum wrappers and butterfly wings
Nails, screws, and washers, a Crackerjack ring,
Pencils and pebbles and pieces of string.